Thursday, August 31, 2006

ten notes to myself (and you)1. www.xmarkjenkinsx.com2. I get headachey at my computer at work. I think I need to get my eyes checked. 3. I need to figure out what kind of glasses look cool - and will continue to look cool for several years. If indeed it is time for me to get glasses.4. I must have done all right with the sermon last week, because the boss had me prepare something - a little half-a-sermon thath follows on what he'll be saying - for this week. 5. I think that Chuck Levin's would be a great setting for a reality show.6. I am so exhilerated by what we are doing at work that I had to go outside and hop around and squeal for several minutes today.7. This house looks like raging crap. Someone should clean it up.8. How is it possible that I lost weight while I was pregnant and have gained it since? This is a mystery, and blows.9. I want to figure out how to post 'behind the cut', as we used to say over at Live Journal; then I could let you all see the text of my sermon without creating the world's most ridiculously long blogger page. So if anyone knows the code for this, please tell me.10. To heck with this - I'm going to bed.

Bonus: 11. When I say that a certain thing that happens around our house is "driving me crazy", this is NOT a figure of speech. I actually mean that it is effecting my (already rather sketchy) mental health.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

I buzzed and bleached last month, as I mentioned in an earlier post. I picked up July's Vogue a few days later, which showed Stella Tenant, looking super-fabulous and hip, with close-cropped hair aggressively peroxided and dark-rooted.

Again and again, I showed this photo to my hair, trying trying trying to convince it to behave and lay properly and look fashion-forward. With about a pound of product, it would occasionally comply. Most days, though, the combination of platinum, roots and shortness just looked unhygienic and possibly crazy.

Oh, how I wanted to like this haircut. Oh, how I wanted this haircut to be the answer, to become my signature style. So easy to maintain! So fabulously minimalist and European! The people in Vogue look great with dark roots! Linda Evangelista! Debby Harry!

Not me. It is not to be.

So I calmed it down with some dark golden blonde dye, something that bridges the gap between my medium-brown natural color and the 40-power rocker-girl white-blonde that I keep coming back to, again and again, for the last 26 years. I'm sure I'll be back to it again, but not just now.

And do you know why? Do you know why I am trying to look a little less crazy and a little less dirty?

This made me yell "Ah Ha! I knew it!" but that would not be strictly true. What I guessed was that Dunkin Donuts (blessed purveyor of my Sunday lattes) had hired some band to make some jingles in the quirky retro style of They Might be Giants. But it is them, for real.

And ever since I first heard the first of the Dunkin Donuts commercials, I have been thinking about the Ween jingle story.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

I love Jonny's blog (yes, as if we are on a first name basis. Sure.) and his Worship Tricks, which I have used exactly one of but which I have many conversations about. (That's the beauty of the blogosphere, right? Most of my best stories did not actually happen to me. Some happened in countries I've never even been to. To people I've never met, or barely.)

The worship tricks to which I am most attracted have a strong sense of place, you see, a strong literary urban vibe, a strong British accent. The place I serve in is not that place. We would need to create our own versions, with our own language, our own venacular.